Yuwen Zhouyuan's eyes swept over the fine snow and rain of the ninth layer of the underground world of the Lost Space, and immediately closed his eyes.

The fine snow and rain here are featureless, and there is no difference from the ordinary sleet in the mortal world, but Yuwen Zhouyuan has a lot of understanding of the artistic conception of snow, and he can see that the ninth layer of this lost space should be snowless, there should only be rain.

This sleet is a change in artistic conception.

It has nothing to do with mana, it has nothing to do with spells, it's just that the snow is called from heaven and earth by virtue of the artistic conception, so the snow is sandwiched in this world that is originally rain.

If the artistic conception is cultivated to the extreme, the laws of heaven and earth can be changed, and if the artistic conception is cultivated to the extreme, it is even more enlightened and unique.

At that time, the artistic conception will reach the extreme, and the eyes will be open and closed, and the day and night will change, and the seasons will be rotated with one breath and one breath.

It can also turn stones into gold, turn decay into magic, and turn autumn into spring, all of which have a lot to do with artistic conception.

Of course, ordinary True Monarch monks, even if they initially comprehend the meaning of True Monarch and integrate their own Dao, they may not be able to change the laws of heaven and earth.

Changing the law requires unpredictable mana and magical powers, leaving a lost space to comprehend the artistic conception of snow, cultivating to an extremely high level, and he has long been a master of true immortals, so he can leave traces of enlightenment in every word and deed, and circulate in the fluttering snowflakes.

The ninth floor of the lost space was originally rain, but an old man in white clothes and hats just one sentence urged the artistic conception of snow, so that the ninth layer of the lost space was accompanied by snow in the rain.

"If I let it snow for you, you have to let it fall, even if it should have rained, you have to sleet in this rain, that's the command. This sentence turned all the arrogance into a flat tone, but it was unabated, because this sentence was the power to leave the lost space and say it to the sky.

From the first to the ninth floor, so far Yuwen Zhouyuan has completely relived the journey of enlightenment that left the power of the lost space.

Yuwen Zhouyuan's heart is deeply touched, and this feeling will further promote Yuwen Zhouyuan and merge into his own artistic conception of snow.

There is no exactly the same snowflake between heaven and earth, there is no exactly the same artistic conception, if this step is completed, Yuwen Zhouyuan can completely condense the artistic conception when the true master is at its peak.

Although it can't be used for the time being, just by condensing the artistic conception, it can make countless old monsters in the early stage of the True Monarch envious.

Not every old monster can condense the meaning of the true monarch, and many old monsters in the early stage of the true monarch have not condensed their artistic conception throughout their lives, so they have cultivated to stagnate above the initial stage and never enter the realm.

The state of mind is slowly sublimated in enlightenment.

Yuwen Zhouyuan seems to be about to usher in its third transformation in the lost space.

The first metamorphosis is the identity of its identity, which is transformed into cultivation, starting from the Taihuang Mountain being changed by the Taiji Bell.

The second metamorphosis was to flee to the Dongluo River, and from that escape began to really become stronger little by little.

And this time the transformation, I'm afraid the transformation, is the state of mind.

Yuwen Zhouyuan's strength is far superior to that of a monk of the same level, even a mid-stage monk of the True Monarch can be killed, and a late-stage monk of the True Monarch can be killed if he uses all his might, and his combat power is not weaker than that of the peak monk of the True Monarch.

But Yuwen Zhouyuan's heart, because the cultivation days are short, no matter how much experience you have experienced more than the monks of the same level, it is inevitable that there will be immaturity.

This immaturity is reflected in the experience of life years, Yuwen Zhouyuan's style of doing things, can imitate the power of the strong, but many things are not experienced in person, as a bystander, can never be understood.

It's like many years ago, Yuwen Zhouyuan raised his head, yearning for the high-ranking monks flying in the sky, thinking that they were all carefree.

Now it seems that the life of a monk is no different from that of mortals, it is still accompanied by joys and sorrows, and it is still necessary to work hard step by step to forge a future!

Yuwen Zhouyuan closed his eyes slightly, and carefully understood this trace of emotion, but the little girl who was in a coma in his arms was exquisite, and suddenly there was a "baby Ning" sound, a trace of black blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and a trace of pain appeared between his light eyebrows.

"Her poison has attacked! Quickly go to a place of fire, these 10,000-year-old elixirs are also prepared as soon as possible, where am I going to cure her poison!" Yuwen Zhouyuan's face was solemn, he patted the storage bag, took out a jade slip, and handed it to Meng Wuchen in the name of some elixirs branded by his divine thoughts.

"You must cure her! I beg you!" Meng Wuchen said solemnly.

"Hmm. Senior, don't worry!" Yuwen Zhouyuan also said solemnly.

This is a promise, and of course, it is also a responsibility, so that the dream of Wuchen's heart has finally fallen......

The ninth layer of the underground of the lost space, a place of despair, is a volcano, Yuwen Zhouyuan carries more than ten kinds of elixirs of ten thousand years, embraces the delirious little Lori, a ray of light, stays on the crater, looking at the depths of the volcano, faintly hot magma, slightly numb.

After hesitating slightly, the Yuwen Zhouyuan Yin Yang Dan Fire dispersed, turned into a flame gas cover, wrapped around his body and jumped into the crater.

The flames here, the fire power is probably at the level of the best earth fire, if it weren't for the fact that Yuwen Zhouyuan had that chaotic true fire and had already refined it, he would never dare to trespass here!

The reason why I came here is just to suppress the imperial poison in Linglong's body, the imperial poison comes from the true emperor-level master who has cultivated the skill of absolute poison, and the poison formed by the natal true yuan when sitting down, this poison is powerful to ordinary people, but it is a good thing to improve the cultivation of Linglong!

But it's a pity that with the help of the Dream Perfection Tree Spirit again and again, the imperial poison of the exquisite little girl was suppressed again and again by the 10,000-year-old elixir, and when it seized the medicinal power, it was even more powerful.

With the exquisite true monarch mana, it is absolutely impossible to refine this imperial poison, but if there is Yuwen Zhouyuan's help, the result is not yet known.

In order to suppress the extremely cold imperial poison, it is necessary to come to this lava land and use fire to warm the immortal veins of the delicate little body.

Of course, with the Chaos True Fire possessed by Yuwen Zhouyuan, he could also be nourished, but he was afraid that Meng Wuchen would watch on his Chaos True Fire, so he made this request, because this is underground, and the land with volcanic magma is nothing to Dream Wuchen who lives here, he must know!

Within the volcano, the dark cyan magma, churning bubbles, exuding a rushing heat, this heat is a little unbearable for Yuwen Zhouyuan, but when it blows on Linglong's body, it turns into a trace of comfort and warmth.

"Warm ...... It's warm!" Linglong, who was in a daze, opened her big eyes and showed a sweet smile to Yuwen Zhouyuan, she realized that Yuwen Zhouyuan was going to cure her poison, and she was full of affection for this big brother who gave her spirit stones to eat.

"Is it just warm?" Yuwen Zhou Yuan's eyes were thoughtful, this place was hot, even he couldn't stand it, but for Linglong, it was just warm.

"Spirit Stone Soul Power, Demon Lord's Body!" Yuwen Zhouyuan showed a clear gaze, and faintly understood Linglong's physique.

Linglong is indeed a demon lord, and he is also a demon lord who has been transformed into a human by cultivating a spirit stone.

It's just that this demon lord, the place where he was born, is the ninth layer of the Lost Space Underground World.

At this moment, Linglong can be a very high-quality spirit stone, according to Meng Wuchen's statement, the time for Linglong to completely transform is also between thousands of years.

The demon lord is the body of the spirit stone, a thing from the rock, originally in the ground, can be cultivated into a refinement, its grade must not be low, and the high-grade spirit stone must be calcined by heavy fire...... Xiao Linglong, naturally, can't be afraid of flames, she was born in flames.

It's just that what Yuwen Jooyuan cares about is a problem...... Is the birth of Xiao Linglong providential? or man-made?

If it is the will of heaven, then it is enough, if it is artificial, the body of the demon lord, the body of the spirit stone will one day be promoted to the true king, Xiao Linglong's cultivation will be improved, and its spirit stone grade will also be improved, and even its grade will reach the point where the true immortals are excited!

If Linglong is artificially created by a true immortal, then this true immortal may one day come back to take away the spirit stone of Linglong!

That true immortal is just Yuwen Zhouyuan's guess, and I don't know if it exists.

But the only thing that Yuwen Zhouyuan is sure of is that if this person really exists, it is by no means the power of leaving a lost space, and the character of this person can be seen from the power of leaving a lost space to enlighten.

This person is a decisive, self-defeating, arrogant and domineering person, and he will never spend countless years on a spirit stone demon master.

With the character of leaving the power of the lost space, what spirit stone you want, you should go directly to the hands of the person who owns the spirit stone to grab it!

His mind was full of thoughts, but in the end, Yuwen Zhouyuan shook his head, everything is speculation, the truth is unpredictable, for today's plan, first for Linglong to cure poison.

Facing the unconscious Linglong, Yuwen Zhouyuan's face was pale, and he gently unbuttoned his colorful skirt, buttoned his clothes one by one, and took off his clothes.

Immediately, a petite body was revealed, a seven or eight-year-old girl, whose body was almost no different from that of a boy, if this could still cause Yuwen Zhouyuan evil thoughts, it would be really against the sky!

Yuwen Zhouyuan had no distractions, took out a jade bowl, put a 10,000-year-old elixir in the bowl, and grinded it into a medicinal liquid, grinding the medicinal liquid, and exerting the medicinal power, not even one-tenth of the alchemy, pure and wasteful, but in a hurry, Yuwen Zhouyuan had no time, but he refined the five-turn pill to save his life, although the medicinal liquid was poor, but the amount was enough to use.

Dip some viscous green and white liquid between your fingers, outline the mysterious formations, and apply them to the delicate and immature body.

And the little girl who was delirious, feeling Yuwen Zhouyuan's finger, was actually touching herself, and the pictures of double cultivation that did not belong to her memory in her mind jumped into her heart, making her little face panic.

"This, what is this...... Why don't these sisters wear clothes......"

That inexplicable memory, out of nowhere, made the little girl a little overwhelmed.

And gradually, Linglong faintly felt that it was extremely inappropriate for her body to be touched by Yuwen Zhouyuan like this.

"Big brother, don't touch here...... No...... I'm going to have a lot of babies!"

"You little girl, who taught you these messy things? Could it be, Dream Wuchen?!" Yuwen Zhou Yuan said in his heart.

Yuwen Zhouyuan frowned, with a seven or eight-year-old girl, there was no love between men and women at all, what made him dissatisfied was that Meng Wuchen, looking serious, actually taught Linglong some messy men and women for the old disrespect?

Otherwise, with a little girl, it is absolutely impossible to blush when she touches her body.